The Sheikh King's Chosen queen

03. Body Awakwning

Murat walked away from the table and the damn frustrating woman.

God! he wanted to strangle her.

And kiss that stubborn unrelenting mouth at the same time.

Never in all his life has he met such a woman. And he had met and bedded some of the most strong-willed women. Women of power and importance. Yet in the end, they always bow to him. He ruled over his people with clear governance. He was powerful just by being. His word was absolute law. To disobey meant death or worse.

Yet this woman was unbendable. This American with her pride stamped upon her skin and the tilt of her chin. She was unlike any other. She fought. She challenged. And she was used to winning. She didn't bow or cower. Didn't compromise. And wasn't going to be beaten.

Murat found it refreshing and at the same time annoying. He wasn't used to being questioned and challenged by anyone. She had guts, he would give her that. He couldn't recall anyone standing up to him like that. Speaking to him as a common man. Not ever. Even Ahsaif had been spoken to as a subordinate, not as an Elder befitting his rank and service.

She wasn't going to be parted from her son. She was like a fierce lioness guarding her cub, ready with claws to strike maim and kill to protect her own. And in that act alone she had proven just worthy she was of being the mother of his son.

Never before had Murat considered having a partner to rule beside him. The Lion of Zazaar ruled alone.

And he had done so since he was orphaned at age eight. He was a ruler of one of the wealthiest Arab nations on Earth. A king. A leader and he'd been doing that 37 years. Now it was time for him to marry. To secure Zazaar into the next generation of Zazaaris.

He thoughts went back to Talia bint Salam of Jupur, daughter of the out landing sheikh to the west of Zazaar. A girl trained to be the perfect wife of a Zazaari male. Seen but unheard. Obedient. Submissive. And she was familiar with the customs of rule. There would be no demands, no questions put to him.

Murat had never wondered what his married life would be like. It had been a means to an end. Albeit a necessary one. He was born to rule and lead. It was his duty to take a wife and produce heirs. His people expected it. But he had only meant to do so as a duty. Never for himself. And deep down Murat knew he could no longer.

He wouldn't be satisfied otherwise.

Murat knew he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had Chanteel beneath him, wet and wild, while he sank deep and hard into the very soul of her, again and again until she surrendered to him.

"We have to come to a solution. I want my son. And if I have to fight in the courts I will win '

"How? From the way I see it, you have broken many laws to be here. First by investigating my private medical records. And then by searching me out "

Murat faced her.

Did she not understand? He didn't care. He would have his son.

" There is only one thing to do," he said looking at this woman who defied, threaten and intrigued him beyond reason.

"You will come to Zazaar."

There was no other choice.

"You will be my wife! '

Chanteel laughed.

Chanteel sobered when she realized that he was serious. " You have to be joking" she cried in disbelief.

' I am a King Ms. Banks. I don't joke."

" You have to be. Why the hell would I marry you." her questions surprised him. Murat had expected her to jump at the offer. What woman wouldn't? She will be the wife of a king. Wife of a powerful and wealthy man. She would have no limit to the things she wanted.

Yet this one was staring as if he had gone mad. As if being married to a king would be the last thing she wanted.

" Why won't you?. I'm the king of a wealthy country. You will be my wife. Our son would have a home and a country of people that will love him. You will both want for nothing"

" So you say. I don't believe it would as easy as you make it. For one, I am no puppet. I will not bow and scrap to anyone. I am my own woman. I have opinions and I will speak my mind. "

" And why wouldn't t you? Your misconception of the ways of my people, are just that misconceptions. And very ill founded. The women of Zazaar are worshipped and respected. They are treasured and thus treated as they are. Every male Zazaari duty is to protection and care of his women folk"

"All I hear is how they treated. Not how they are" at his confused expression she went on. " Are women allowed to speak in public among men.? Are they allowed to hold positions of authority.?"

"The women of Zazaar are what they are and have always been !". he snapped not liking what she was implying. Clearly, she thought his women oppressed.

"Hmmm'

He eyed her suspiciously

"What does that mean? " he thundered. Until this bloody women entered his life his life had been a peaceful existence. Now?

Hell

" I won't marry you. Thanks for the offer ' .She dismissed the issue.

"Offer? You think I am asking you to marry me? Do you believe that I want you? No! You are unfit to be my wife! My queen! "

Och! That hurt more than it should.

Chanteel felt that. This man was looking down at her. Saw and found her lacking. Like hell.

She stood and met him head on.

" Oh please. You would be lucky to have me as your wife, as your Queen. Blessed even."

Chanteel walked into his space and felt it again.

She felt that blasted tingle. And It spread low. Her p***y throbbed an unfamiliar beat. Heat and wetness soaked her panties.

Stunned Chanteel was momentarily speechless. She lost all train of thought. Her body felt like it was waking up for the first time ever.

And for him!

God. She wanted him.

She ached with desire.

But this wasn't the time nor the place. This man has been allowed to get his every wish and demand without being questioned for too long.

" Perfect? I don't see how. "he said with a frown while caressing her with his golden eyes.

Chanteel was used to it. The intensity however did something to her nerves that annoyed her.

" Yet you're the proposing marriage "

" For our son"

" You know this can have gone far better had you come here politely. Instead, you brought your henchmen, Mufasha and tried to buy my son"

He his powerful broad shoulders shrugged. "What's done can't be undone. What matters is what happens now."

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Stella stepped in. "What is it Stella? "she asked facing her assistant.

" It Beau. He is crying for you" Chanteel glanced at her watch and gasped at the time. She had lost so much time. And she had missed the daily play hour she had with her son.

"Beau? "

Murat stepped to her." Is that his name? " she nodded

" I have to go to him. I missed our hour together so he is crying "

She made for the door but found her arm seized.. Murat held her.

" I want to meet my son " ignoring Stella shocked look, Chanteel studied him. He was looking at her expectantly. And she knew he would not leave unless she agreed.

Even as nodded, Chanteel knew there would be no going back.

Murat followed her long confident stride. Even the way she walked broked no question of what and who she was. Again he envisioned her in flowing robes walking the halls of his Palace. So remote and majestic .

He walked besides her. Felt his blood heat. Just having her near set him afire.

They walked down a hallway it was vacant so his security detail had no problems assuming positions. She paused at a set of doors and punched in a code. He was a little surprise. That she had taken steps in ensuring that their child was safe.

He entered into a main room and was immediately swamped with a cacophony of smells and noise. Baby power, delicious fruits and children laughter was everywhere. He tried to remember if the nursery at the palace had ever been this lively. It certainly hadn't when he had stayed there.

Murat found himself watching the people around. Women went about doing something from another. One was reading to a group of toddlers most of whom were already asleep on colorful mats. A brunette ran passed chasing a little cubby leg baby who was running as fast as those legs would allow.

Chanteel slowed at a glass wall. Murat beside her. Inside the room, there were a group of children. None were more than a year old and all playing with toys. He scanned the little occupants trying to pinpoint his son in mist.

Then he spotted a boy sitting in the centre of a group. He playing with a large yellow truck, pulling and pushing the toy to and fo. Murat suddenly knew. It was the way the boy sat, and the others around him. Like he was the obit.

Murat stepped closer to get a better view of him. He had golden skin lighter than his mother's almost like a milky polished gold. Thick black hair. His son!

Chanteel knew the instant he found Beau. She knew how he felt.

He looked at her searchingly.

She nodded. And he looked again.

"Can I meet him? "

Chanteel felt panic. Felt afraid and uncertain." I... "

Murat shooked his head as he spoke.

" He is your son. Our son. And that will never change. ' he needed her cooperation in this. " I want my son"

Chanteel searched his golden eyes. She didn't trust him. She would be a fool to do so. He was determined to have what was his. And in that, she felt more respect for him than in anyman she had dated. Combined. He would do all in his power to claim his son.

She nodded. She will give him what he wanted. That didn't mean she had to be complacent.

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"You went and got yourself pregnant with a Sheikh King's swimmers" Stella still couldn't believe it. Chanteel was just getting used to the idea herself. She watched as Beau played with his father. Little laughter spilled from her son. Watching them, she had to admit they were a spectacular pair. So captivating and similar in many ways. "I need you to find out everything there is to know about Zazaar and it's King." she said turning to her assistant. "Everything. And I need it before I leave today '.

Chanteel was first and foremost a lawyer. She wasn't going to lose her son. That wasn't an option. As much as the law was on her side she couldn't deny her son what was his. As much as she wanted to pick up and fight she couldn't. It would not be fair to anyone. Especially not Beau.

She had to do what was right by her son. Even if it meant sacrificing her self.

Murat was still reeling from the delight of meeting his son. For a child, nine months old Beau was already walking and saying a few words. And he was a bundle of energy. Murat didn't want to leave him. Wanted to pick him up and not set him down again until he was safe within the walls of his palace.

Yet he couldn't. Not unless he wanted a war to decend upon Zazaar. He'd believed Chanteel Banks would make a formidable enemy.

Chanteel was waiting outside the room. He joined her.

"He is aptly named. " he said. He was proud to have a son as one so beautiful. It was a miracle.

" You did well. He's a good boy "

Chanteel nodded." But we need to talk. Find a solution to this. "

" I want a DNA test done. Just to be certain. After we will talk"

Murat knew she was covering her tracks and preparing for battle. Would she ever stop surprising him?

"Very well. Once you have the results we will talk. And you will come to a decision. For the sake of our son , we must! "